tear up a white paper

This day's X University was very lively. Not only did the crowd applaud, but also discussions continued. Everyone was talking about the two strange people and the astonishing painting on the ground.

In fact, people in the distance can't see the painting on the ground at all. They only know that it is completed, full of praise, and faint crying.

It's just a painting, why are you crying?

Suddenly there was a cry of exclamation from the other end of the crowd, which caused an uproar. The people behind stood on tiptoe and looked over, wishing to step on the heads of the people in front to look over, wanting to know what happened again.

Soon, however, they won't need to tiptoe.

Because a picture rose in the sky.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would have thought it was the "Magnolia Fangfei" they were used to seeing.

But everyone present knew that it was a painting.

It shines brightly in the noon sun, as if the quaint X University is covered with glamorous silk and satin, the thick background is still there, but the canopy covers all directions, stunning the people.

X University is still the same X University, the magnolias are still those magnolias, and the fragrance is no longer the ancient charm of Qianfan passing through the border, but the glory of the prosperous age, and the spirit of congratulations from all directions.

This is a wonder that can be encountered but not sought after.

Han Fei beckoned, and Yuan Hua trotted to his side. He had calmed down his emotions, and watched today's miracle with him with his neck up.

Along with the rising silk paintings, paper paintings are left on the ground, and under the flowing light is black, white and gray ink.

He can actually make two paintings at the same time, and these two paintings give people two completely different sensory impacts!

Amazing!

Yuan Hua looked at the two similar but completely different paintings. He no longer knew whether it was himself or Han Fei who almost collapsed just now.

He looked at Han Fei dumbfounded. In this silk painting, he couldn't see any despair, but was full of prosperity.

Connected with the ink painting on the ground, this is the life of the dead.

Even those palm prints and foot prints in ink paintings that look like they are walking towards the abyss of hell and the abyss, and the suspected desperation every step of the way, at this time, they are not alone and walking alone.On this silk painting, the palm prints of different shades, different lengths, fat and thin, have become various students on the boulevard, they are walking fast, walking slowly, or In a hurry, standing with the book in their arms...they are vivid silhouettes of life!

It's a miracle!

"I promise you that I will never give up painting." Han Fei held Yuan Hua's arm and said softly. He turned his head, smiled at him, and promised, "As long as I live, I will definitely continue painting."

"..." Yuan Hua stared blankly at the person who wanted to make a promise. Han Fei had completely gotten out of the mood of painting, and also out of the joy of the completion of the painting.He is still him, as usual, as calm and misty as smoke, making it impossible for people to grasp him.

Yuan Hua lost his mind, he began to feel that he was just thinking too much, how could he know those filthy things.Because Han Fei smiled at him heartily and promised him that he would keep drawing.

Yuan Hua's mood was like riding a roller coaster in a short period of time, the ups and downs were so high that he almost didn't know himself.

"Don't cry, it's so ugly, your face is stained!" Han Fei said, reaching out to wipe Yuan Hua's tears.After wiping it off with a slap, he realized that his hands were covered with ink, and Yuan Hua's face was even more smeared!

"Hey!" Han Fei pointed at Yuan Hua's face, laughed, and wiped ink on his body while smiling.

How naughty!

When people look at a naughty person, when he is not painting, he is just a child and a naughty ghost!For a moment, everyone was infected by his emotions and laughed together!

"Cough," someone reminded with a smile, raised his hand, pointed at the crowd around him, and further said: "Our student union is fighting against the security team."

"!" Han Fei was shocked and thanked quickly. He squeezed out of the crowd, thanked the students from the student union tremblingly, apologized to the security team, and asked them to help evacuate the crowd. solved.

After Yuan Hua cleaned up and put away Han Fei's paintings with the help of everyone, he carried Han Fei's backpack, his socks and shoes and went to the student union meeting room of X University to find him.Along the way, everyone was discussing Han Fei and Han Fei's paintings, and Yuan Hua was very proud. This was the kind of comment Han Fei should have, not those swear words.

He didn't wait for a long time, but after a while, Han Fei came out, and Yuan Hua took a step forward, a little anxious: "What should I say?"

"Just tell me not to draw like this in the future. X University is really good. They thought I was a prospective candidate." Han Fei stuck out his tongue. This little expression fits perfectly with his outfit today. This is Han Fei. What Fei looks like in private!Like a learning parrot, he murmured: "They said that if they had to do this, they hoped that I would say hello first, so as to avoid the out-of-control scene like today. Then, they wanted my painting."

"..."

"I said no. They asked why, and I said it wasn't paper, it was real silk."

"..."

"Then they stopped talking. Probably because they knew the price of this painting was too high. I said that I would give them another picture when I go back and change the material." Han Fei walked into the bathroom with a smile and gave himself a picture. After cleaning, he said again: "This is too expensive, I won't paint such expensive paintings in the future."

"You can draw, I—" Yuan Hua wanted to say that he would earn a lot of money and let Han Fei paint casually, but Han Fei gave him a slight sideways glance. As usual, he didn't let him continue talking, and changed the subject. : "Your phone keeps ringing, what's the matter?"

"..." Yuan Hua turned around and walked out of the bathroom. Every time he mentioned this question, he would change the subject!Yuan Hua was very unhappy, but he refused to disobey him.

He knew what he meant, it was the distance between them, like he could be honest in front of his face, but he would always close the door and wash his face.He is always separated from him by something, as if separated by an insurmountable gap.

But what is that gap?

Yuan Hua hated himself for not being able to see the ditch. If he could see it, he could still dig the soil to fill it up, and build a bridge over the ditch. At worst, he would be able to cross it, instead of being alone like this now. One side, the nearest and the farthest.

"Where are you going?" Han Fei suddenly shouted, "Call back?"

Yuan Hua was startled.

"Forget it, leave me your shoes and socks when you go!"

Yuan Hua was a little nervous and looked at Han Fei anxiously.

"?"

"Hey!" Yuan Hua responded, laughed and stepped back, stood beside Han Fei, put one hand on his back to prevent him from falling, and smirked while giggling.

"? What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing."

"You haven't said yet, why is the phone ringing all the time?" Han Fei sat by the sink, washing the ink off his feet, and asked, "Is someone looking for you? If you have something to do, you can go, don't stay with me..."

"No." Yuan Hua was overjoyed, and looked down at his slender hands brushing his white and thin feet. His feet were like his hands and himself, slender and thin, clean and delicate, beautiful and cute.

"Why do your footprints on paper turn into silhouettes on silk?"

"Silk is not as absorbent as paper, let alone rice paper." Han Fei said earnestly, "Didn't you notice? The paper is 3/4 dyed with ink, while the silk is only 1/4. That's why I chose these two materials to paint together." .”

Why answer so serious and not romantic!Yuan Hua chuckled and said, "I thought it was because your feet are so pretty!"

"..." Han Fei paused, reflecting that he was teasing himself, and said angrily, "Bastard, if you keep talking nonsense, get out!"

"No, I'm not talking nonsense." Yuan Hua begged for mercy, and said, "I'll take you to a place later."

"Ah."

"Don't you ask where it is?"

"Are you going to sell me?"

"of course not."

"That's fine, go wherever you want."

"..." Yuan Hua's breath was stagnant, and he murmured, "So trust me?"

"Don't you believe me too?" Han Fei raised his eyebrows, indicating that on New Year's Eve, they also walked around aimlessly.

"Trust is mutual." Han Fei said as he put on his shoes and socks, his hands were covered with water, he looked left and right, pulled Yuan Hua's lapel to dry his hands, and said, "Let's go."

"..."

"..." Han Fei couldn't help laughing, and rushed out of the bathroom in a few steps like running away.

"..." Yuan Hua was helpless, sometimes he really couldn't do anything with him, so he flicked the water on the lapel, what kind of gap and generation gap, in front of his heart, those are nothing!He resigned himself to his fate and chased after him. The real Han Fei was like a child who lacked love. From time to time, he played tricks to prove that he was still alive. He needed a lot of care and love.

After running to the gate, Yuan Hua caught up with him.Han Fei stood quietly, just like when he came here, he was still staring at the big characters.

"..." Yuan Hua felt a little guilty, Han Fei seemed to have an unusual feeling for X University, he said nervously, "What if I don't pass the exam..."

"You can pass the exam. You were taught by me, and I know your strength very well. You will definitely pass the exam at X University," Han Fei said with a smile, "Unless you don't want to pass the exam."

"Let's go." Yuan Hua put Han Fei's shoulders and pushed him into a black car. That was enough. He believed in him, and he knew more about trusting himself than himself!

Han Fei looked around in the car, made sure it was not a taxi, and looked at Yuan Hua suspiciously.

"You'll know in a while."

Han Fei nodded, looking out the window at the rapidly retreating street scene.Passing Gaoxin Cross on the way, the car stopped and waited for a rather long red light.

Suddenly, Han Fei pointed to the building outside and praised: "Amazing!"

"what?"

"This building."

Yuan Hua leaned over, lay on Han Fei's lap and looked out the window, saying, "This is 'Blooming'."

"Good name." Han Fei nodded, pushed away the person still leaning on him, took back his backpack, took out his sketchbook and pencil, and started to draw lightly.

"What to draw again?"

"This building..." Han Fei yawned, gasped, and continued, "The prototype of...."

"!" Yuan Hua glanced at the building outside again, and the car was driving, so he could only look at the picture in Han Fei's hand, "You drew people."

"Yes." Han Fei didn't look up, and continued to sketch, saying: "Flowers bloom, just like people laugh, this is the smile of a lover. It's a great love letter."

"!"

"..." Han Fei looked at the character in his hand with a smile, and praised: "It's so beautiful!"

"!" Yuan Hua quit: "Hey!"

"I can't do this." Han Fei smiled regretfully.

"The way is different! You are a painter, that is an architect..."

"I'm not a painter, I'm just a student of painting." Han Fei put away his drawing book and put his backpack in his arms.This was a subconscious move, Yuan Hua blurred his eyes, every time he unconsciously hugged something, he always had the same emotion, loneliness.

Wang Meng is right, Han Fei has a lonely soul, and his loneliness and anxiety are in his bones, radiating from the inside out.

But what should he do, what else can he do to make him less lonely and less disturbed?

They are so close that they are almost inseparable, why is he still lonely? !

Chapter 47